I'm in every random atom fathomable, the metaphysicist, from Saturn I pattern my lantern, the lyricist, exposing the difference between shallow bliss and painful awareness, disrobing Truth and reveling in her naked bareness, life lacks fairness and can be darker than His Airness, there are many miles in this race like an ethnic combination, call it a marathon or call it an abomination, I bring the paragon of predicate fusion from Indonesia, Original Syllable come wack? Forget it like amnesia, from high upon to Saigon, high on verbal illustration, herbal incineration brings me to a greater state of elevated meditation, I connect my points geometrically, with a noose for the obtuse, I write angles, or an equilateral, hurt a fellow man and the damage is collateral, or an isosceles, timeless, never obsolete, dying for wisdom, word to Socrates, melody fathered me, my rhymes contain powerful properties, with rhythm and ominous honesty, maggots connive and germs squirm in the earth and the dirt awaiting my arrival, until then it's all about time and rhymes for survival

You're facing the core

My name is like heroin, they take it in vain, and my rhymes deserve straight jackets, I make them insane,
 I paint a perfect picture,

nothing is breaking the frame, 
with the marvelous hand of a mad artist, dropping his touch on ancient grains, sand that used to be 

rocks carving the shore, suffering for the perfect word like starvation and war, 
I penetrate below the earth's surface,

you're facing the core

It's Just Getting Educated

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It's Just Getting Educated

Hip Hop isn't dead, it's just getting educated, by yours truly I demonstrate it fully and let it be stated, 

class is in session it's time to master the lesson with a blessed message to go back to its essence, 

in this life you will be tested and hated, messed with and underrated, still you must keep creating even if it sounds dated and overstated, reinforce the course with more force than a bucking horse until your voice gets hoarse, 

wielding swords and surgically slitting the throats of these overlords, who claim Hip Hop is about spitting social venom, money and weed, honeys and greed, 

when it's really about nothing but living and giving, uplifting the spirit and shifting the paradigm to give listeners a clearer mind, a beautiful sound found to be true to you and what you aspire to, 

it's not about your haters or the people who admire you, it's about the lives you touch and not the cash you clutch, 

I listen to the radio and these bastards suck, 

doing anything for a faster buck, but I stay patiently waiting by the gateway to true Hip Hop, 

inviting you to a party that never stops...